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She looked into his eyes, growing angrier by the second. Why? How could he do this? He didn't know her, he couldn't want her, he wanted what he thought she was, but she wasn't that person. And honestly, she couldn't feel less like a person at the time. Broken, alone, damaged, invisible.

The look on his eyes was like daggers stabbing her heart, or the place her heart would be if she could only feel alive, nothing but true concern, nothing but honesty. Yes, he wanted her right now, but what would happen tomorrow? The day after that, a week, month, year from today?

"You already have someone"

Emotions flickered across his face, shame, disgust, and guilt. It had been true, he had had someone, but that person meant nothing compared to her, it was sad, but still true.

"I had someone, yeah. But you're all that I want."

She hesitated now, unable to see that one coming, so he did want her after all?

"Tonight, out of guilt maybe, but what will happen tomorrow? What if you want someone else tomorrow? You left the girl who loved you so thoroughly, and you broke the girl who took the fall"

"You weren't the only one to fall, un. I fell from the first time I saw you."

It was then when all her walls came down, when his cocky grin made its way to his face. Brilliant blue eyes found hers and she caved in. As low as she was, she couldn't help but feel her heart beat itself out. Her lips found his in an instant, and she needn't anything else. They molded into hers as if they belonged there, soft as satin, pulling her under and her heart couldn't help but stutter.

She felt her missin-nin lips curve upward as she gave into him without hesitation. It wasn't as if she didn't have second thoughts, but more as if her body acted on its own. Searching for the fix she needed so badly.

So maybe she would regret it after all in a not so distant future, but right now here, as his hands met their place on her waist and she could feel his body pressed into hers like it belonged there she couldn't care, and she'd pay whatever price there was to feel like this forever.

He felt his knees grow weak, but they stood steady, her body heat burnt his through the fabric and he could only get closer to the girl on his arms. It was like nothing he'd ever felt. His heart pounded so fast it was almost impossible to believe he was alive. But that's how he felt as if his he'd been in pain, as if he'd been underwater and only now he'd resurfaced and found what he'd always hope on finding.

Fire pulsed through his veins, so strong he could feel his insides grow liquid, he was melting, he was sure of it, but her lips never let him go and so they held him in place.

Time held no meaning, and the fire was so strong it was almost tangible. The wind blew with no mercy, but they didn't notice. It was only when a low shudder travelled down her spine that he parted his lips to look at her face. Little did he know it had nothing to do with the weather.

"You're cold, yeah"

She smiled at his starry eyes, clouded by passion, a sexy smirk curved his lips and her heart stuttered in response. Her cheeks turned crimson under the moonlight and he couldn't help but stare in awe. What could he have possibly done to deserve having an angel by his side? Suddenly he felt ten feet tall, his insides gone and replaced by something warm and powerful, unlike anything he'd ever felt.

Aline felt a little too self-conscious having Deidara stare at her like that, it was only then when she realized the mess she would surely be. Hungover, with what was left of yesterday's make up, hair like a nest, and possibly wild eyes. But it was the way he looked at her, like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. He let go a sight that he didn't know he was holding and sat both up, without letting go from her.

His light blue eyes looked torn. Maybe he regretted the words he had said… maybe he didn't really want her, he just didn't want her to be mad at him… Little did she know he felt unworthy of having her, after fcking up so many times she still was there, now. But what when she realized that she was much too good for him? Because she had to, eventually, and then she'd leave him.

"What's wrong?"

Her alarmed toned made him look at her, nothing but concern in her big brown eyes. He smiled, shaking away his thoughts, he didn't want to trouble her any further.

Deidara stood up and offer her his hand, she took it without hesitation. The headquarters was relatively close, but he didn't feel like walking, his left hand found the clay on his pocket and before she knew it they were flying through the forest. His strong arms holding her protectively by his side.

After the short ride he leaped gracefully to the floor and held his arms wide open, an invitation. She jumped to them, knowing she didn't really need them, but the gesture was comforting, and when he held her like that she felt complete.